The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-02-05

ont some time or other. Some folks have
way Of talkin' round and round and
round forevermore, and never comm to
the pint. Now there's Miss Jinkins, she
that WAS Poll Bingham afore she was
married, she is the tejusest individooal to
tell story that ever see in all my born
days. Bnt 1 was gwine to tell you what
husband said. He says to me, Gays he
"Silly," says I, "What?" I dident say,
"What, Hezekierp' for I dident like his
name. The first time I ever heard it 1
near killed myself latin. 'Hezekier
Bedott," says I, swell, would give up if
had SIGH name," but then you know I
had no more idee O marryin' the Teller
than you had this minnit O. marryin' the
governor. s'pose you think it's Gurus
we should a named our oldest son Heze-
kier Well, we done it to please father
and mother Bedott; it's father Bedott's
name, and he and mother Bedott both
used to think that names had ought to go
down from gineration to gineration. But
we always called him Kier, you know.
| Speakin' O Kier, he is blesein', amt he?
and amt the only one that thinks so, 1
guess. Now don't you never tell nobody
that 1 said so, but between you and me
rather guess that il Kezier Wrinkle
thinks she is gwine to ketch Kier Bedott
she is leetle out of her reckonin'.
But 1 was going to tell what husband
said. He says to me, says he, "Silly," I
says, says 1, "What?" If I dident say
"what," when he said "Silly," he'd kept
on saying "Silly" from time to eternity.
He always did, because, you know, he
wanted me to pay pertikkeler attention,
and l ginerally did; no woman was ever
more attentive to her husband than what
l was. Well, he says to me, says he,
"Silly." Says / "What?" though I'd no
idee what he was gwine to say, dident
know but what twas something about
his sufferjngs, though he WANT apt to
complain, but he frequently used to re-
mark that he wouldn't wish his worst
enemy to suffer one mint as he did all
the time, but that can't be called grumb-
ling-think it can? Why, I've seen him
in situations when you'd thought no
mortal could help grumblin', but he
dident. He and me went once in the
dead O winter in a one boss slay out to
Boonville to see sister O. hisen. You
| knou tho cpoxu 10 or,ouip, daay, -, tbof
section O. the kentry. Well, the boss got
stuck in one O. them are hambergasted
snow-banks, and there we sot, enable to
stir, and to cap all, while he was sittin'
there, husband was took wit dretful
crick in his back. Now that was what I
call predickerment, don't you? Most
men would swore, but husband dident.
He only said, says he, "Consarn it," How
did we get out, did you ask? Why we
might a ben sittin' there to this day fur as I
know, if there hadent happened to come
along a mess o. men in double team
and they hysted us out. But was gwine
to tell you that observation O. hisen.
Says he to me, says he, "Silly" q could
see by the light O the fire; there dident
happen to be no candle burnin', if 1 don't
disremember, tho my memory is some
times ruther forgitful, but I know we
want apt to burn candles exceptin' when
we had company i could see by the light
of the fire that his mind was uncommon
sollemized. Says he to me, says he,
"Silly." / says to him, says I, "What?"
He says to me, says he, "We're all poor
crittersp'- Frances III. Watcher.